Page 68 of Till The Cows Come Home
“Please,” I whispered between ragged breaths.
He slid my thong down my legs, discarding it onto the floor with his own clothes as he tugged my dress over my head, before returning his body against mine. There was something euphoric about feeling the heat of someone's body grazing against your own, deliciously allowing their warmth to invade your senses as you submitted to their touch.
Miles lined himself at my entrance and the feeling of his cock inching inside me almost sent me over the edge. He exhibited the patience of an angel, allowing my body time to acclimate to his size, and the feeling of him filling me alongside the care he put into loving me was enough to make my climax build. His thrusts lengthened, settling into a rhythm of deep long strokes and he returned to lazily kissing me, tangling his tongue with mine as his fingers threaded through my curls.
This was the life I envisioned for myself, one where I was worshiped by a gentleman who shared my values and I couldn’t help the tears that formed in my eyes as I soaked in what was now my life. My hands snaked around Miles’ back, gripping his shoulders with the desperate need to be closer, chasing the high I knew was near as our breaths became ragged together. A shiver of pleasure travelled down my spine as my name left his lips, and I watched with hooded eyes as he pulled back slightly, sliding his hand in the space between us. He rubbed slow circles around my clit, and I closed them again, concentrating on the pleasure.
“Look at me,” his voice grumbled.
I obeyed, opening my eyes to watch as he pleasured me, his hands moving in perfect rhythm with his cock.
“Miles!” I cried.
My eyes closed once more as the pleasure spilled over, andhis thrusts slowed, coaxing out every last ounce of my orgasm. And only when I was thoroughly pleased did he gradually pick up his speed, following my release with his own.
He lowered his body, kissing me so softly that he barely grazed my lips, before rolling into the spot next to me.
“I want this to be my eternity,” he mumbled, dragging me until I was nestled into his chest.
“Sometimes I can’t believe you’re real,” I sheepishly admitted. “It doesn’t make sense for someone to be so good.”
“You spent a lot of time shutting out the good Sage, but I don’t mind making up for every ounce you missed out on.”
He didn’t elaborate or add any contingencies, his statement was as is and I decided for once I would accept it, vowing to love stronger and distrust less, which conveniently left the rest of the evening open to plan out the rest of our lives.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Miles
The next few weeks were a blur, and although grateful, I was exhausted. Sage insisted on manual labor alongside the rest of us, and while I expected nothing less, I could tell the fatigue settled deep in her bones. I watched her where she stood, leaning against the bed of my truck as the crane lowered another truss and before she could push off to help secure it, I approached her, snaking my hands around her waist.
“Go on a date with me.”
“I would love to,” she hummed. “As soon as this barn is finished.”
“Not when it’s finished. Tonight.”
She spun to face me, her eyebrow cocked as if my words were foreign.
“As soon as I leave here, I’m going to shower and sink deep into bed. I’d fall asleep before our appetizer made it to the table.”
“Unless you went home and took a nap right now,” I suggested, ignoring the hustle and bustle unfolding as the crew erected more of the exterior behind us. They’d tried to send us away countless times, assuring us we weren’t needed, but ifthey were here, we were going to be too. That being said, Sage had already worked most of the morning, and I knew for a fact the only one that would care if she left would be herself.
“I can’t just leave,” she said.
“It sounded like a suggestion when I said it, and for that I apologize, but it wasn’t. This isn’t optional. Go home. Take a nap. Belle’s Bells are playing down at Rusty’s. Live music, greasy food, cheap drinks…”
“I can’t.”
“Sage, if you don’t leave I’ll call the sheriff and tell him you’re trespassing.”
“You wouldn’t.” She glared, her eyes narrowing as she attempted to dissect my threat.
“Try me.” I shrugged.
“Fine,” she huffed.
“I’ll pick you up at six, be ready to have the time of your life.”
